I love staplers
Julia’s prone to making random pronouncements. “I LOVE staplers” was the latest. “Aren’t buses amazing?” was another.
They come completely out of the blue, and usually express child-like wonder at something quite ordinary. She’s right, of course. The simplicity and efficiency of staples are to be admired – I wish I’d invented them, and not just because I’d be rich. And buses are amazing when you think about them… how many people you can fit on one, the logistical complexity of organising the timetable, the percentage of old ladies that ride them, nutters on the night service – they are like worlds on wheels. And of course, the eternal mystery of why they’re always so stultifyingly hot.
So while I don’t often disagree with her viewpoint, after I’ve had a moment to tune into the topic, it’s the sheer randomness of these cheery statements that make me laugh out loud.
There must be, or should be, a name for this. It’s like tourettes syndrome, but without the swearing. Can’t wait for the next one.
Chalky